Catherinette gave me the great idea to check out what I was doing this time last year.
Today last year.
Three important things to note:
1. I was still breastfeeding.
2. I was desperate for sleep.
3. I was 100% certain the Baby Whisperer's teachings could save my life. She did.
Yesterday last year.
This is also the 1-year anniversary of Liam's turning 7 months (does that even make sense? .. just keep reading and ignore me).
Liam had just learned how to sit up. Albeit, not very well; but he was trying so hard. I remember how much easier it was then, to get anything/everything done. Pick him up, move him into the room I was in, plunk him down and go about my business while he happily entertained himself with wooden spoons or tissue paper or just laying on his back/tummy/side staring at the wall/fan/stairs/vent. There was no crawling, no walking, no running, no tempter tantrums... but there was nightly breastfeeding, sleep deprivation, constant struggles with feeding ('why does he get hives every time he eats such-and-such??') and horrible eczema face and body rashes.
I remember thinking '... this is going to get so much easier when he can tell me what he wants.'
Me = Delusional. No doubt ;)
It's especially entertaining (more to myself then my readers I'm sure) that I say this:
"this has got to be my favorite age so far.. he's doing so many new things every day; its just a joy to be around him"
Hello! Are you retarded Jenny?? You say this EVERY SINGLE DAY. Stop saying this same sentence over and over. Everyone feels the same way. No shit he's doing new things every day! Big Whoop! Captain Obvious!
But in my defense, its true. He IS doing a million new things every day. Every day IS my favorite stage/age/day to be a part of his life. He IS a joy to be around; and a pain in the ass; and the light of my life; and someone I want to strangle; and someone I need to cuddle.
Today last year.
Three important things to note:
1. I was still breastfeeding.
2. I was desperate for sleep.
3. I was 100% certain the Baby Whisperer's teachings could save my life. She did.
Yesterday last year.
This is also the 1-year anniversary of Liam's turning 7 months (does that even make sense? .. just keep reading and ignore me).
Liam had just learned how to sit up. Albeit, not very well; but he was trying so hard. I remember how much easier it was then, to get anything/everything done. Pick him up, move him into the room I was in, plunk him down and go about my business while he happily entertained himself with wooden spoons or tissue paper or just laying on his back/tummy/side staring at the wall/fan/stairs/vent. There was no crawling, no walking, no running, no tempter tantrums... but there was nightly breastfeeding, sleep deprivation, constant struggles with feeding ('why does he get hives every time he eats such-and-such??') and horrible eczema face and body rashes.
I remember thinking '... this is going to get so much easier when he can tell me what he wants.'
Me = Delusional. No doubt ;)
It's especially entertaining (more to myself then my readers I'm sure) that I say this:
"this has got to be my favorite age so far.. he's doing so many new things every day; its just a joy to be around him"
Hello! Are you retarded Jenny?? You say this EVERY SINGLE DAY. Stop saying this same sentence over and over. Everyone feels the same way. No shit he's doing new things every day! Big Whoop! Captain Obvious!
But in my defense, its true. He IS doing a million new things every day. Every day IS my favorite stage/age/day to be a part of his life. He IS a joy to be around; and a pain in the ass; and the light of my life; and someone I want to strangle; and someone I need to cuddle.
3 fabulous comments, click to add yours!:
That was so sweet! I am in that stage of motherhood right now with Laney being 9 1/2 months, so I could totally relate to your post.
Great idea! I think I might do one of these :)
I can't believe how different Liam and Gwen are! Gwen learned to sit at 4.5 months and was pulling herself around by 6.5 or 7. Liam was just learning to sit up! I feel like I completely bypassed the 'sit them down they go nowhere' stage :)
i think - looking back - that it took liam so long to sit up because he was so much bigger than gwen. he was huge from the time he was about 3 months old and i remember it being really hard for him to gain the muscular strength to sit.
but its too bad you missed that stage, it didn't last long but it was awesome :)
stacy i love your blog. its so adorable and laney is a dream xo
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